Drafty and Chili

One night in the not so distant past, Lobster, Little Sis, Surrogate Little Sis and I all ventured to Chili's for a night of chips, salsa and quesadilla eXXXplosions. Because the Lord forgot to make me a bladder while He was perfecting everything else, I, of course, had to excuse myself to go to the bathroom. Upon entering I believed I was alone and breathed a sigh of relief - sometimes I get a little stage fright. After further inspection, however, I realized that I wasn't alone. No, standing in the corner was an older woman who was pantless... and going commando. I wasn't quite sure how to handle the situation. Was this woman making advances by going bare down there? I'm no Lohan or SaMAN. Was she senile? She didn't look old enough. Alzheimer's? She seemed too coherent. She certainly didn't seem to have any disabilities either. Do I talk to her? Go about my business? Where were this woman's pants?! She greeted me and complimented my top and lipstick choice. I nervously thanked her and ran into the stall, locking it tightly. Talk about stage fright! I definitely couldn't take care of business with Naked Nancy just outside my door. Just as it appeared that my bladder could handle it no longer, a second woman entered the already cramped restroom. When she saw Nude Nelly she immediately reprimanded her for "losing her clothes again." Together they gathered the lower half of her wardrobe and returned to their table. I returned to my and immediately recounted the story. Of course, the only comment that was made was, "Of course that happened to you," and they were correct.